My love for you still a rope around my hands
A thread too tangled to untwine
I guess that if you're born on a Sunday, as I am
You have to wait for a while

I been the truth, been the liar
Been the preacher, been the choir
I've been rich, and I've been poor
Been the after and before
Been the major, been the minor
Been the shoulder, been the crier
Everything you asked me for
But I've never been, never been yours
Never been yours

Never been the bride nor the bridesmaid
Never been the song that you dance to
I've never been a melody, no serenade, no symphony
I guess that if you're born on a Tuesday, you're not the music

Been the truth, been the liar
Been the preacher, been the choir
I've been rich, and I've been poor
Been the after and before
Been the major, been the minor
Been the shoulder, been the crier
Everything you asked me for
But I've never been, never been yours
Never been yours

Been the truth, been the liar
Been the preacher, been the choir
I've been rich, and I've been poor
Been the after and before
Been the major, been the minor
Been the shoulder, been the crier
Everything you asked me for
But I've never been, never been yours
Never been yours

Never been yours